Gay Love: God, How Annoying!

Brady got back from San Francisco this week and all he has talked about is his Jake!! Apparently, Jake is coming to visit in a few weeks and all Brady is doing is planning what to do. You could never tell that this is finals week and he still hasn't taken his Statistics final. It's, "I'm so excited to see Jake" or "What if he thinks I'm boring?" or "I need to go tanning at least 4 more times before he gets here."

OH MY GOD! Did I curse the Gods in a previous life? Is this my eternal sentence? I'd rather live with a 100 cats and watch soap operas all day. Well, not really. But, you get the idea.

Gay love. It's a funny thing. I always find it funny when one of my gay boyfriends has seen a guy once and they are totally in love with them or they are "dating." In my book, dating is going out with the same person more than 5 times--and sex doesn't count! But then, I have also learned that my definition of sex is completely different than a gay boys'. (Another post for another time.)

I never understood the constant desire for a gay boy to be in a relationship. Until one day, Brian, oh wise one, explained it to me.

He said, "All of our lives, we have struggled to be accepted for who we are. All we want is for someone to love us. And relationships give us that."

He is a wise one, that Yoda Brian. (Hot too! Much hotter than Jesse's current crush, GJ! hehe)

Brady feels he has to be perfect for Jake or he won't like him. I said, "If he's that shallow, you don't need him." I know, I told Brady he shouldn't settle for someone who is shallow. Oy vey!

But I pose this question to all of my gay boyfriends: "If Mr. Right doesn't accept who you are no matter what, is he really the one you want to be with?" It seems to me that with love, you have to be as accepting as much as you want to be accepted--gay or straight.